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Leo got out of bed one morning, sighing contently. The 12 year old wiggled off his night time clothes, bare naked body on display. He was slender, boyish of course. Often mistaken as a twin of his brother who was older by a year and a half. He went to do his morning routine, walking down the hallway and through the living room to get to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth and shower. Something was wrong though! Where were his parents scolding him for going about butt naked? Where was the sound and smell of coffee brewing? How could he get his day started without a morning scolding about public nudity?

He gritted his teeth, standing there naked, confused, slightly huffy. His messy white hair matching his messy fur and unsure what to do. It was quite the bothersome situation, he was not pleased in the least. After making several naked rounds about the house to find no one, he opted to check outside. Showing a possible issue in his search for being scolded, he went to his neighbor's door naked, knocking impatiently.

The neighbor opened the door, seeming shocked to see the boy for a moment.

"Lowe?" the neighbor asked with surprise.

"DO I LOOK LIKE MY BROTHER TO YOU!?" Leo demanded with indignity in spite of the fact he very much did. At this point he was on a mission though.

"Oh, Leo," the neighbor said as his expression changed from surprise to a bit of sadness.

Leo was quite perplexed by the change, at this point requiring a bit of normalcy. He should not be able to stand naked on the neighbors porch, shouting at him while there were no consequences.

"Look here! I know you're always hitting on my mom you lech! I learned that word from TV! Now I DEMAND to know what you've done with my family," he punctuated his little speech by stamping his foot.

"No one's told you? They must have rushed off," the neighbor said with sympathy as he invited Leo in.

"Is the world breaking!?" Leo said with a bit of distress as he came inside so the neighbor could explain.

* * *

After he had been told about how his brother had been hit by a car, Leo's boisterous attitude dried up. He quietly got dressed and thanked his neighbor for the ride to the hospital. His parents were not crying, but clearly very frazzled, if that wasn't already evidenced by leaving him at home without even a note. They apologized to him, to the neighbor, went through various attempts to explain what the neighbor had already explained much better. Lowe, his slightly older brother, had been hit by a car and was in a coma.

Leo looked on his brother in the bed, with the annoying monitors going "beep, beep, beep," non stop. He didn't know what to do, so he made a comment about how annoying the machine must be to listen too. His parents started to cry and the nurse annoyed him by explaining how useful it was and that his brother couldn't hear it. He wanted to pull out his hair he was so frustrated. Of course he knew all of that, he just didn't know what to do!

The neighbor offered to take him home and look after him for a bit, his parents accepted. It was fine by him since he didn't want to be in the dumb hospital much longer anyways. He just wanted to wait for his brother to wake up and come home. His knowledge of coma's generally extended to the fact that people could wake up from them. He knew his knowledge came far more from TV than might be good though, so he kissed his brother on the cheek before he left.

* * *

When he got to his house the neighbor continued to smother him. The sympathy was getting on his nerves, so he went upstairs to play by himself. His room had always been his and his brother's sanctuary where they would play together. As a result, the room was packed with both of their toys, always laying around in the midst of some epic battle or another.

He gathered up a group of them and sat down, staring at them for a moment. They always seemed so lifelike to him, but he knew he had an over active imagination. When all the kids in the neighborhood played together so frequently, all ages were bound to play all manner of kids games, so he felt no shame in playing with the toys like that. Still, addressing them felt a little childish. The frustrated kitten didn't know what else to do though.

"Listen, stop talking," he demanded of the toys. "We're going to be playing alone for a little while, because Supreme, commander, major, general, space captain, whatever he was yesterday is sleeping for a bit," he said with a deep sigh.

"Overlord," came a soft voice. "And I'm not sleeping," it added.

Leo jumped in shock, tumbling backwards and nearly flying out of the room. He was on all fours in an embarrassingly cat like position as he searched around for the source of the voice.

"I'm right here Leo!" The voice came from a kitty plushie.

Unlike strange humans who thought that the sight of a dangerous predator was soothing, felines had a much friendlier childhood icon. No teddy bear, a kitty cat. It was a black cat, done much like a teddy bear, in fact the only difference was in species. It was the same thing, really. Leo also had a teddy bear.

"You're ... Talking?" Leo asked the cat plushie with a bit of skepticism.

"Yes! It's really me," the plushy said with a hint of excitement. "I'm so happy, I've been trapped in here all morning and have no idea what's going on!" the plushy brother exclaimed.

Leo frowned a little bit. If his brother's soul was stuck in a toy, didn't that mean he was dead. Suddenly an idea flashed to life in his head as he looked around the room with a sheepish laugh.

"Uh, maybe my fault," he said as he scratched the back of his head a bit. Leo grabbed a mess of papers from his sketch pad, showing Lowe all the symbols. The two had a fixation with the idea of alchemy ever since they saw a couple of tv series about it. They often made necklaces, symbols, played at doing magic.

"Wow, that's lame bro," the kitty toy said flatly.

"You played it too!" he shouted back indignantly before sighing and relaxing his attitude a bit. "Look, we gotta tell mom and dad that you're not cold potatoes," Leo said firmly, back in control of the situation a bit.

"Yeah, we've gotta do that!" Lowe agreed from his plushy state.

Leo sheepishly scratched the back of his head again as he whistled innocently, clearly having a problem though.

"What, you don't think they'll believe you?" Lowe asked nervously. After all, Leo could hear him, maybe others could.

"No, no... It's just that you... You're kind of in my," Leo tapped his fingers together in an embarrassed fashion and his eyes darted from side to side.

"Noooo!" Lowe exclaimed in such a way that the plush toy's face seemed to even express grief.

"Well I've gotta masturbate sometimes, that one's the softest!" Leo cried out defensively.

Their neighbor peeked in to the bed room with a confused look, clearly not sure what was going on or if he wanted to know. Before he could speak, Leo threw one of the toys in the general direction of the door.

"PRIVATE CONVERSATION!" He shouted with a natural growl.

The neighbor quickly retreated, deciding to leave the kitten to his coping methods.

"Look, we gotta wash you first, ok?" Leo said sympathetically.

"What? No! I don't wanna get washed. What if I drown or something!?" Lowe cried out from his plush prison.

"Enough! They'll think I'm sick if I had them a toy covered in jizz and say it's my brother," he said with an air of obvious truth.

Reluctantly, Plushy Lowe agreed. Leo picked him up and took him to the laundry room, inspecting the dryer curiously. Neither boy had ever been particularly keen to do his own laundry. Both confessed to each other that they had no idea how. Leo just decided to try his best as he tossed his brother into the washer.

"Ow!" The plushy cried as he bounced around the clothes chamber a few times.

"Sorry," Leo pressed his hands together and bowed, trying to express as much sympathy as he could.

He closed the washer door and opened the tray. He wasn't sure what to use, or how much, so he simply filled all three liquid slots with a mixture of all the bottles next to the washer. When looking over what settings to use, he decided he wanted the best for his brother. Extra rinse sounded like extra clean, so he opted for that. When it was all said and done, he turned the washer on.

It was strange to see the washer fill up, slowly soaking his plush-brother before it began to spin around. He sat down in front of the washer and watched it spin and swirl his brother. Shaking and vibrating through much of the wash. He cursed his brother for having to pick the jerkoff rag to get his soul trapped inside, as well as thought about how to tell their parents. The neighbor again looking in on him, but too worried to ask questions.

After a 45 minute wash, the machine beeped to tell him it was done. He quickly ripped open the door and yanked out the soaked plush toy.

"Are you there? Did you drown? Are you ok?" He asked in the span of a couple seconds, staring intently at the plushy.

"Auuuhhgaa... I'm ok... Please don't ever do that again. I'm cold and wet," he said with a dazed tone.

"Gaaah, gomen! But I have to dry you now," Leo said with teary eyes.

Doing his duty, he dropped his brother into the dryer, with 3 or 4 dryer sheets for good measure, turning it on the highest settings he could in hopes things got done faster. Again, he sat there staring at the dryer as his brother bounced around inside of it. He had to cringe a little at imagining what a bumpy ride it was. Another 30 minutes before the dryer finally beeped to show it was done.

"Are you ok?" Leo whispered nervously into the dark dryer as he peeked in.

"Soo hot, it's like a desert," the plush boy whined, sounding quite worn out.

Leo sheepishly giggled as he pulled the plushy out of the washer, looking at it. He felt proud since he could tell he did really well. His brother smelled so clean, looked so soft. The aroma of the fabric softener even smelled of softness and fruit.

"If I do say so myself, you look even better than when you were a person, big brother," Leo said with a bit of pride.

"Can we just tell mom and dad now?" Lowe-plushy asked weakly.

Strangely the kitty cat plushy exuded an air tiredness, despite its unchanging face. Leo stared into its marble eyes, the soft fuzz. All that vibration from the washers and dryers that had been shaking Leo all that time. He blushed and hid his face against the dryer, holding the plushy off to the side.

"I'm sorry, I have to," Leo said weakly.

The plushy boy expressed a bit of confusion at first, but it quickly became clear what Leo meant. The white kitten quickly unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. He wiggled his underwear down as well, showing his young dick fully erect. Red, needy, with lots of little barbs running up and down the length.

"No, Leo!" Lowe-Plushy cried out.

Leo began using every word for apology he knew as he leaned the plushy back against the dryer. It was just so soft, so hot in his hands. He had heard about drying things before using them for that, but never tried it. Over an hour of vibrations coursing through his body as he had washed and dried the toy. What was a preteen who was used to getting off twice a day supposed to do to control himself!? It was the toy's purpose after all.

Lookin away from his brother as he began to thrust against the toy. His dick rubbing up and down the soft, fuzzy surface of the plush's tummy and crotch area. So soft, so hot. His barbs pleasured especially as they were tickled by the fuzzy nature of the toy, pre drooling out all over the thing.

"Leo, Leo stop!" The toy-boy demanded, only to be met with more apologies.

Leo moaned lewdly as his apologies broke down into panting. His hips bucked in a needy manner against the toy. It took only a minute and a half, longer than usual, to explode all over the bear. Gooey cumm splattered the bear's face and belly, seeping in to the plush. Leo almost dropped to his knees from the pleasure, having never lasted so long, the bear having never felt so great.

"Oooooh gosh! I'm soooo sorry," Leo said with tears in his eyes as his mind started to drift back to real thought instead of just want.

Lowe-bear was sobbing, seeming quite disturbed at being doused in cumm. Leo felt guilty, having never had those thoughts about his brother before. He couldn't even look at the thing as he wiped himself off on it.

Leo reluctantly sniffed the toy, again it smelled heavily of cumm.

"Crap," he said in a flat tone.

Lowe-bear was dumped into the washer again, repeating the process of washing and drying his brother. Leo didn't watch this time. Instead he sat in the other room, his face hidden in his hands from shame and repeatedly apologizing. He sincerely hoped that his brother didn't tattle on him, after all it was a very confusing situation.